Ruh Roh (One on One)

He blinked in surprise, looking over at her suddenly.

“Siren, you don’t need to apologize. Don’t cry.”

 

“I’m fine, Tez,” he said, forcing himself up and leaning against the wall, breathing heavily. “Everything’s fine.”

 

“I’m fine,” he insisted, moving towards the bedroom. “Seriously.”

 

He hesitated, glancing back at her.

“Are you coming?”

 

He tilted his head in concern.

“You don’t have to come if you don’t want to.”

 

“I always want you near,” he said plainly.

 

He stumbled to the bed and sat down on the edge, taking a small breath.

 

He looked over at her and kissed the top of her head, his hand coming up to rest on her jaw.

 

“I love you too,” he said before looking down at sweater, holes torn in the fabric from the wounds. He frowned.

“They ripped my sweater.”

 

“I liked this one, though. It was warm.”